John Frum Through Sand And Spirit
Maladjusted intelligence forbids autonomy
Metaconsciousness mistaken for prophecy
A maniacal transmission affirms the distraught
Easing the qualms of a lurid fantasy
The orgiastic defilement of all weakened minds
An illicit beckoning howling mockery at the attuned
Whose slacked jaws and wide eyes
Convey more truth than any corrupted mandate
The varlet abides the geas
And by his own hand, with the voice of another
Bring forth cataclysmic fulmination
Let the spark of blind ignorance ignite the great conflagration
A terrestrial empyreal eraser
This is the heat that does not rise
A primordial bedlam drowning out the fanfare of man
As flames translate the obscure
Idols transmuted to ash
Reduced to crumbling slag
Dissolving into muck
Usurpers bow their knee to nature
Waiving reign over earth
Discord become solace
The end is wrought
Not by a plague set upon by the wrongful worship of a spurned god
But by those fool enough to believe that that would be so